An Allusion Passes Through the Bar

loud for a reason the reason wasn't what was heard the traffic had died down the road congestion has moved to the bars where a lot arrived in makeup one is standkng with her back against the wall one shot, an allusion pa*ses through her sunken eyes while he waits on some kind of tragic dose before he moves in and i don't know why this feeling caused me to leave but i do know why he's lining up distant raise, no commitment at all i want the standard of coupling introduced to myself a key for a companion i need to move away all i do is watch i wish i could battle it or care the rest arrive in makeup they're a*sertive in a bar where no one cares and i don't know why seeing this caused me to leave and i don't care how but repeating this forms my belief one shot a day one chance for penance free will is calling me closer to the grave no one saves us we stint the appraisals